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making love like a dull guillotine with unshaven mollusks fumbling about in the sea her whining to whatever was still a child in her like love taught by the lightness of parents who showed her life was her life to ask and demand and want more more more give it give it come on … Continue reading
they will tell you that you cannot do it and they will be right for you cannot now with them there talking but only untold and willed and alone can you have it done * they will say that you can’t and this is true for you cannot not yet where you are not ready … Continue reading
dear world the least you can do is tell us how many of us do you need to make us feel needed and to stop the rest of us from feeling like the least dear * they moan that you are deceased which will make lively discussion around the dinner table where your uncle burps … Continue reading
i have seen mountains collapse but the soil remain waiting for you to come down from above the clouds that were just going to wave blue goodbyes and eventually find the understated mountains unmade and embarrassed by being undone until they turn one then two anew three then eighteen with green waters streaming into trees … Continue reading
i will never get used to being used by you and that favourite lie you said on your back looking up at me making me mull over whether i was the lost lonely cloud or you were that you weren’t lying * one day i will be all you wanted before you found those bits … Continue reading
perhaps for a few years we all remain still with the fisherman gazing at the swimming serenity of the waters that have held beautiful faces before they swallowed a small sea because of the others who now stand awkwardly at first hands unmoving bats and balls reflecting a darkness that travels to their panting mouths … Continue reading
dear friend who is four foot eight, you are big. you are immense. you are total. too often in the scrum of wants and failures, this knowledge is forgotten. more must be done. more is being is done. how can i join it? how can it join me? while these questions are necessary in a … Continue reading
i need to tell you i love you like i need not to but can nonetheless as the moon does to the sun sometimes during the day as a freckle against the blue waves that reach towards the sky and stars even in the smallest of cups * i am nothing without you for even … Continue reading
the following is too much of too little. * write it write it write the poem that includes everyone including you there sitting sloppily looking at them flipped precipitating pages of night and remaining unseen unread unknown like a lost thing * no one reads and all remains right for there is little wrong with … Continue reading
look upon you like for lost keys and the open wound above that forever changes its bandages but still bleeds sun daily until that will go too into nothing and nothing again for i throat silence instead of a voice which has heard too much like that a voice cannot listen from bodies borrowed from … Continue reading
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